Some days, it just seems like everything goes wrong. Yesterday was that day. I woke up grumpy. I stubbed my healing broken toe on the metal wheel of my desk chair, pretty much re-breaking it. I dyed a brand new lovely cream shirt pink (accidentally) when a red wash cloth hopped on in to the white laundry basket. Nothing I tried to knit was satisfying or going well, I couldn’t run around with Athrun outside in the gorgeous weather. And when I tried to escape to the coffee shop to finally finish those minutes from that one meeting that took place ages ago, I was almost there (on my bike) when I realized I had forgotten my wallet. I was too demoralized to try again, which means the minutes still aren’t done. (You know, the ones that I had almost finished but which mysteriously got replaced with last month’s minutes . . .)
Today, I am going to try to change that. I will go to spinning group (and take knitting because the toe needs to be UP, not down on a treadle swelling to alarming proportions). I will sneak over to the coffee shop and finish the minutes. I will enjoy a lovely Sunday evening off–possibly with a glass of wine. And Monday I will wake up and be productive and happy again and it will be like Saturday never even happened.